I went to the lakes one day.
I heard the trees whooshing.
I heard the wind blowing.
I felt the sand burning.
I felt the mud getting cold on my feet.
By Cooper
I went to the lakes one day.
I heard the trees whooshing.
I heard the wind blowing.
I felt the sand burning.
I felt the mud getting cold on my feet.
By Cooper
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